He watches down on me and I sigh, "We can't go in the sun. Or else we burn to death. And same with vervain. If we drink that or if it touches us, we get burned. And wooden stakes. That'll kill us."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
He began to wonder why he had felt uneasy at all. It was like a man wondering in broad daylight why a dream had appeared so terrible to him at night. — Chinua Achebe, Things Fall Apart
